There’s no denying River is attractive; I’d be blind not to notice it but there’s something else there. Something that makes me nervous. I don’t know if it’s because I’m just not used to being alone with guys, my mother never allowed it, or if it’s something more. It’s horrendously embarrassing the lack of experience I have. Where all my friends were out partying and hooking up with boys, I was learning the piano or attending events with my parents. I didn’t get the time to have fun and now I’m paying for it.
I know it was done for a reason, they kept me isolated and booked up to stop me from doing things they deemed beneath me. God forbid I bring any kind of shame to thefine Winchester nameand the constant fear of reprimand, because the punishments would be harsh, kept me from acting on any rebellious thoughts I may have had.
I’m a good girl.
The town sweetheart.
And I’m so sick of it.
“When do you think my car will be fixed?” I ask without turning but I hear him shuffle and then his steps draw near.
“A few days,” He says from right behind me, “Depends on how long it takes for the parts to arrive.”
I feel the push of his body in the air around me, not touching but so damn close his heat touches my skin. Every muscle in my body goes taut, bracing but for what, I don’t know. I feel a tickle against my skin, just for a quick second and then it’s gone again, along with his body and when I turn around to see what just happened, he’s leaving through the door. It swings a few times before it closes completely and when he comes back he simply hands me his cell and steps as far away from me as possible, waiting for me to make the call.
His face is a mask of indifference, body stiff with his arms crossed across his chest.
“Make your call, Marly. I have work to do.”
So I do.
Chapter Six
Whoever is speaking on the other side of the line sounds pissed and if Marly’s expression is anything to go by, they make her nervous. The tinny sound of their voice reaches my ears, but I can’t hear what it is they’re saying exactly.
It’s only a few minutes and Marly doesn’t even say goodbye when they hang up.
“They’ll be here in a few,” she swallows, handing me back the cell, “I’ll just wait outside.”
“You can stay in here,” I tell her, “I’ve got to get on.”
Truthfully, I have time but I’m finding it damn difficult being in the same space as her. I want to tear her fucking clothes off and demand answers all at the same time.
Fuck.
She nods, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, and fuck me sideways, my hands itch to pop it from her mouth and suck it into mine.
I spin on my heel and push back through the door to the garage.
“Thank you!” I hear her call after me, but I need out. She smells too fucking good, looks too fucking tempting and I can still feel her body wrapped around mine, like a damn phantom touch haunting me. She was warm and soft, and felt like heaven in my hands.
I almost caved, almost got on my knees to beg for a fucking taste. She was just standing there, in that damn white sundress, her blonde hair like silk falling down her bare back. My legs had moved off of their own accord and in the next second, I was standing right behind her, a strand of that golden hair in my fingers.
It was the small gasp that threw me out of it, and I took the cowards way out. I ran, got the cell and told her to leave.
I have to be fucking smart about this and whatever all of that was, was the dumbest shit I’ve ever done. I never banked on her being so damn tempting, hell I didn’t bank on being near her in the first place. This is what I get for not planning it out properly.
I grind my teeth as I grab my tools and slide back beneath the Bronco I was working on before I got that call.
Ten minutes pass when I hear the sound of tires on the gravel outside.
I roll out from beneath the car and watch as Marly walks toward the waiting Bentley. The door opens and an older woman gets out, her face furious. Her mouth moves but they’re too far for me to hear them, but Marly’s head drops along with her shoulders and then she disappears into the passenger side of the car. It reverses out a moment later, leaving me in the quiet of the garage.
Shaking my head, I disappear back beneath the vehicle, but I just lay there instead of working. Who is Marly really? She’s differentto what I expected her to be but how much of that is a façade and how much is the real deal?
We’re from different worlds, I shouldn’t want to touch her the way I do, and she certainly shouldn’t be looking at me the way she does.
Her brother is my fucking enemy, her whole family is and yet she tempts me in a way no one has ever been able to do.
